La La lyrics

They stay smoking that
They stay selling that

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]

Them n*ggas can't keep up
I hustle for my income
They don't know what I've been through
They don't know where I come from
I wake up so early, so early I beat the sun up
I saw n*ggas get wet up
They ran up and got done up
I left that bullsh*t in the past
I'm on my come up
But speaking bout my past
I hid that work by the dump truck
I got two snow bunnies
They love me, they live in Boston
f*cked em at the same time
Real talk, I ain't lyin'
Got liquor on my breathe
Got money on my mind
If they ain't talking 'bout no money
Watch how fast they get declined
My lungs straight collapse from smokin that la la la
Woke up in that hospital bed
She was right there by my side
But hard times don't last long
I guess she my backbone
And if all else fails
It's back to that trap phone
Riding with a pretty b*tch
Trying to make a pretty penny
Car smellin like piffy
Got two ounces of that sticky, n*gga
They stay smoking that
They stay selling that

[Verse 2: Young Roddy]

Now who got it? Who got it?
That's me, my n*gga
Had to hustle for the loot
Ain't sh*t free, my n*gga
My OG told me keep it G, lil n*gga
That's f*cked up, man the feds
Trying to keep my n*gga
But f*ck the world and I mean it
Freedom of speech, my n*gga
Know a girl who like girls
And she don't need no n*gga
That's some cold ass sh*t
f*ck it, that ain't my biz
Boy that ain't my ho
sh*t, I don't save no b*tch
I play the game how it go
I'm trying to raise my kids
Soon as you get you some dough
Them n*ggas aim at your wig
I used to be hella broke
Until I got on my sh*t
Stacked me up a lil change
Them b*tches hopped on my di*k
I'm trying to stack some paper like Puffy
It's hard living 'round these crabs in a bucket
I used to have a pocket full of dimes
Was on my grind all the time, n*gga sell that